RE-Cycle: Days End....

Monday, January 26, 2015

Days End....

Boy oh boy.
I know, odd for me to be writing at this late hour but I have to get the whole thing down while this is all still fresh in my head. First and foremost, Angi is STILL in the hospital. After banging away in the shop for the majority of the morning and early afternoon, I received a call from her. Of course it was right when i was dealing with the local state tax office having ONCE AGAIN changed our "tax specialist" who ONCE AGAIN screwed things up ROYALLY and had not consulted the very thick folder of everything we have been through for the last year and a half! Of course, after waiting on hold for almost a half an hour I was in the heat of walking this nimnut through it all so I ignored the bleeps of an incoming call. The second string of beeps I thought better of and check who was calling in. Sure enough it was Angela, informing me she would be there ANOTHER night, sounding rather annoyed
Now, exactly at what point in "doctor school" do they teach "vague and dismissive" after dropping such a titanic statement as "there's something wrong with your blood" and then not give so much as a hint as to what it might be?! At this point in the conversation I had to sit down, and as always, Angela dismissed her own fears to lend aid and comfort to me as she heard the distress in my voice. Then, of course, the conversation was interrupted by a nurse coming in the room, and I had to hang up. I sat for a few moments to collect myself, and with nothing more to do then wait, redirected my energies back to work.
No sooner did I commit to this, did the phone ring again. Angi, slightly out of breath and racing from the breathing treatment she just received, informed me the school had called, telling her that Rozy had an accident on her bike, and I needed to go down and get her!
Politely ushering out the three customers we had, I rushed to see what happened. Thankfully, it was not too serious, a minor bruise on the knee, but to hear a pre teen girl explain it, it was a crippling injury. Here's where it gets silly. I arrived to find Rozy in a wheel chair. As we do not drive, I was contemplating what to do with her when the office informed me I could borrow the chair to take her to the shop and return it tomorrow.
Oh yes. Here we are, pushing my crippled daughter down the sidewalk while simultaneously struggling with both our bikes! Blessedly, a gent who is a regular of ours, and lives across the street from the school saw our struggle and offered to walk the bikes while I pushed her. Who says there are no good people left in the world?
I sent Owen ahead to unlock the shop, and after stopping a few times to explain to friends, neighbors and the crossing gaurds what happened, we were oddly in good spirits, as we Athertons usually find the macabre humor in tragedy, so much so that upon arriving at the shop, with Rozy sitting outside looking all waif like, Owen made the comment "maybe people will feel sorry for her and buy a bike!" Well, this inspired me to pen the below sign for her to hold for a photo op. For those of you who don't get dark, Yankee humor, just work with me. We REALLY didn't make her sit outside holding this...

Having made her comfortable watching a movie, i went back to work and finished off the day, having put out nine new rides! Yes anxious energy inspired me to keep busy. After getting Rozy a cab, with Kaleb escorting her home, i followed suit, had a quick shower, made sure all the kiddos were on track and KNEW Elijah was in charge, and headed back to the hospital to spend time with Angi. She, of course had her normal strong face on, and was in good spirits, not to mention jazzed on steroids and was in the process of cleaning her room! Now, being home, I'm bedding own and surrounding myself with her pillows and am going to try and get some rest.
Nighty night folks.
OH yea, here are the goodies we made yesterday!